Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The Genestealer's hybrid acolytes (the first and second generations of hybrids who are not like humans) are digging in the bottom nest. After barely escaping from the hands of the Imperial Army, they stayed away from the human civilization above and concentrated on building intricate passages underground. .

Mixed-race believers (third- and fourth-generation hybrids that look very human) are active in areas in contact with humans, and they are cooperating with the actions of the spreaders.

Although the title of the plague carriers is very similar to the Apostles of Nurgle, they are gene masters among the gene stealers. They usually disguise themselves as medical personnel to inject alien genes into humans to infect more believers.

They were followed by the Proclaimers, priests of the Genetic Cult, who preached that the Great Devourer god would come to cleanse their souls.

Guilliman's infiltration was undoubtedly directed at the soles of the half-blood acolytes, while the victorious army infiltrated from above.

The victorious troops sat in several closed common supply vehicles and used periscopes to observe their surroundings.

Nobles are difficult to corrupt. Every noble on Terra has a confirmed pedigree. If you are found to have been infected, the main clan will not be able to escape misfortune, but it cannot stop the rich men from picking wild flowers.

These accidental children are often not recognized by noble families and are exiled or killed. In the area between the lower nest and the lower nest, there is a group of people gathered. The gene stealer who escaped after being massacred still occupies the identity of an illegitimate son of a noble. Then he became a barefoot doctor.

That is, the spreaders.

It is extremely rare to be able to treat one's own injuries at an extremely low price in a poor place like Dichao, or even in exchange for things. Moreover, the "medical experts" who spread the epidemic not only treat most of the diseases They are all healed, and they have grown into powerful gold medalists.

The "Barefoot Doctor" was quickly taken away by the gang. The seriously injured members in the gang war urgently needed medical treatment. In this way, the gang was taken over by the Gene Sect, and then the Barefoot Doctor was snatched away by the next gang.

These gangs do not have serious industries. Terra is a political world. The only way for the exiled people in the lower nest to survive is to rummage through the garbage dumps in the upper nest for useful supplies.

For them, it had been a long time since they had seen the Chang Sheng Army's supply truck, and they treated it as a rare garbage truck.

Most of the garbage comes down from the garbage pipes and needs to be transported by garbage trucks. It is a very dangerous but invisible waste.

It may be a very rare metal product, or it may be a slightly leaked nuclear device. No matter what, great risks and great benefits coexist.

The gangsters are always keeping an eye on this "garbage truck", and the members of the genetic sect who have gathered in the human gathering area are ready to make a move.

Of course, the battle-experienced mortal servant noticed the abnormality around him. He sneered, "I wonder who is pulling behind me?"

Everyone who comes around will be corpses!

As the transport ship penetrates deeper and deeper into the hinterland of the Gene Sect, the gang's task is to leave the convoy behind after unloading the cargo.

The population is getting sparse and the convoy is still moving downwards. The Gene Sect has to take action. The other party is about to enter the mixed-race acolyte residential area where humans have been cleared.

The car's engine rumbled, and after turning a corner, the driver found that the road leading to the lower level of the hive city was blocked.

Originally, he wanted to unfold the true appearance of this troop carrier, but after a little judgment, he found that the performance of this troop carrier could not break through the obstacles ahead.

"The front is completely blocked, sir."

"Then here, you did a good job."

The victorious troops at the rear are well prepared. With just a few hundred mixed-blood acolytes around, it's a bit doubtful that they can surround and annihilate an Astartes, not to mention the cavalry Terminator behind us.

The fight begins after the Terminator kicks the back door of the car open.

The Invader type Mark X power armor gives Primaris warriors solid protection and enough energy support to drive them to carry powerful twin Invader type bolters.

As soon as the battle began, it was overwhelming. The battle of the victorious army attracted the attention of a large number of enemies. The hybrids of the genetic sect were restless and rushed out from the lower area to fight the Astartes.

The patriarch knew everything, and he knew that he had been exposed, so he ordered most of the pure-blooded chicken thieves to rush upward, and he led the genetic guards to evacuate, retreating towards Australia in the complex tunnel that he had operated for so long.

The support force of the pure-blood Genestealers was intercepted and killed by a squad of Imperial Guardsmen who appeared from nowhere. For this reason, the Imperial Guards dispatched Skyhawk Terminators to use sufficient firepower to deal with the alien attack from the mountains and seas.

The leader of the nest has a very clear mind. It would be the best situation to get some more blood from the Forbidden Army. However, these strongest blockers of the ascension cause are by no means ordinary people. With their current strength, they are not sure of defeating a Forbidden Army. squad.

The Imperial Guard team responsible for the beheading also learned the lesson and brought along the Sisters of Silence. They claimed to be invincible in the real world and suffered a big loss in the face of the patriarch's powerful psychic power last time. This time they were well prepared.

Unfortunately, since the physical quality of the nuns was not comparable to that of the Imperial Guards, the team was not moving very fast, at least not as fast as the clan leader.

The bishop of the sect intercepted the small team, which was the last news the patriarch got.

It advanced through the complex passage, with the Aberration Lord following it. Although this largest aberration had a very weak head, its body was infused with the original gene of the patriarch, and it was stronger than a Primaris warrior.

"I want to tear it to pieces! Tear it to pieces~~~ Well, boss, what should I tear to pieces?" The aberration master charged forward easily, and the large number of genetic sect assets on his back seemed to be completely non-existent.

"Move this rock!"

"Okay! Patriarch!" The aberration master happily ran to the big stone, opened his arms and hugged the target.

With a little force, "Hey~~"

The big stone was not lifted, and his legs sank into the soft floor.

The corner of the clan leader's mouth twitched, and he took matters into his own hands, tying him with two pieces of prosthetic limbs and moving the stone away together, revealing the hidden passage behind it.

The floor here is much harder. The clan leader looked very unhappy and said, "Come in quickly and move the stones back to where they were."

The aberration master entered the passage and almost hit his foot with a stone.

It grabbed the seam of the stone and turned the stone several times, blocking the passage tightly.

It's definitely solid now!

The aberration master rushed a few more steps and caught up with the clan leader.

This road is very long. At first, the Gene Sect wanted to lay a track here, but the amount of work was terrifying, so they finally gave up.

Soon, the road gradually became deserted, as if the excavation had not been completed, and finally, they arrived at the edge of a stone wall.

The clan leader skillfully used one of his arms to insert into a hole and passed the genetic lock. The rock wall on the side opened, and they entered the next section of the road, a complete building access. They seriously doubted whether the severely rusted floor under their feet could support the weight of the Abnormal Master. body.

As the clan leader walked, he was thinking about which area he should go to to develop. In short, he had to go outside the exploration range.

As they walked, there was another huge stone blocking the road in front of them. The patriarch waved his hand, and the Abnormal Lord stepped forward with ease and started to move the stone.

"Clan leader, I can't move it." The distortion master spent a lot of effort but couldn't move the stone.

The patriarch was very angry and stepped forward to help.

Suddenly, a powerful psychic warning sign suddenly appeared. The patriarch threw out his psychic energy to help the aberrant master move the boulder. The master made a strange sound at this time.

"Clan leader... Shitou opened his eyes."

A sharp blade pierced the master's heart, and the extremely fast cross cut cut into pieces another important organ, and the sword tip was raised. One and a half of the head of the aberration master swept out from the middle.

A heartbreaking pain penetrated into the mind of the clan leader. It was the spiritual weakness caused by the death of a close relative (one of the people who provided a large amount of spiritual support).

Alpharius broke through the stone skin and the body of the aberration master, and slashed out with all his strength.

This sword reached the limit of this power sword and completely split open the aberration master. He rushed towards the clan leader like lightning. After one blow was blocked by psychic energy, he disappeared like a shadow.

The Astartes in front of him made the patriarch feel a spiritual palpitation. It was a feeling of invincibility. In this narrow passage, it exhausted all its senses and failed to detect the enemy.

Guilliman's duel... What does Alpharius have to do with me?

Alpharius took off all his armor and returned to his original posture, his "short" posture, wearing only a helmet.

He had something to rely on. Although Belisarius Caul's research violated the emperor's regulations, he had to admit that the great sage was a genius.

The Armor of Hope's helmet could originally control each of the suspended feather laser guns of the Wings of Despair, but now, after adapting to the original mind, it can control the electronic muscle beams of the Armor of Hope.

The stone wall on the side suddenly exploded, and the hollow armor fired ammunition at the clan leader. His arms were raised numbly, and the hanging bolt gun fired continuously.

Electronic muscle bundles are not enough to drive the suit, but Alpharius can shrink!

After his body returned to its original size, he shrank his head, stretched out his arms from where his head was, and took off his armor.

There is no one inside now, so why should we protect ourselves? He removed all the heavy shoulder armor and external armor so that the electronic muscle beams could barely power the armor.

The clan leader was startled and used his spiritual energy to condense a barrier. He didn't notice it because it was a dead object. Soon, he noticed the dull movement of the armor and rushed towards the pile of parts. In the past, you had to break it into pieces first.

Let me ask you, where are the Wings of Despair?

The Wings of Despair fire laser cannons from all directions, which poses little threat to the enemy, but its momentum is astonishing. The clan leader must set up an all-round shield to protect himself, and at the same time, he must be alert to the powerful assassin.

Alpharius moved silently and quickly, wandering in the blind spot of the patriarch's perception. He seemed to be out of the powerful psychic perception. Even though the patriarch spread his psychic energy all over the passage, he could not find the shadow of the original body.

No matter what, tear that armor into pieces first, and then retreat!

It rushed towards the sluggish armor in an irritable manner. In an uncontrolled manner, the arms of the armor moved slowly, unable to keep up with the movement speed of the clan leader. It moved sideways and quickly rushed to the armor's side.

At this moment, because the Armor of Hope kept twisting its waist to aim at the enemy, the armor had turned into a weird "big" shape. Even the patriarch couldn't help but laugh. It looked like a poor Mechanicus toy.

It restrains its own spiritual energy. Although the Wings of Despair consume a large amount of its spiritual energy output, and the witchcraft of the air fragments cannot crush this hard armor, it can use the flesh and blood spiritual energy... ...quadruple punch.

It used spiritual energy to strengthen its own strength, and its already sharp claws were strengthened with four times the strength of flesh and blood. This punch hit the armor's chest unstoppably.

The headless armor seemed to be shattered into pieces in the next moment.

Then, the clan leader glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the "big"-shaped armor changed into a "tai"-shaped one.

Eh? Why is the tactical helmet under the crotch?

Alpharius: Look at me crossing my crotch!

I wear my own crotch.

The original body hid directly behind the armor. The most dangerous place was the safest place. During the battle, the clan leader's spiritual power would least detect the tens of centimeters behind the armor.

With his vision blocked, the clan leader always thought that the armor was against the wall behind.

The naked original body came out from under the crotch of the empty battle armor, and inserted a sword into the patriarch's abdomen.

As expected of a powerful psyker, the clan leader immediately used his spiritual power to strengthen the pierced flesh and blood, suppress the injury, and blast out a screaming sound wave. A violent scream with witchcraft power exploded in the mind of the original body. A strong sense of weightlessness enveloped Alpharius for a moment.

That was an illusion caused by the brain losing its perception of the body. The original body remained calm, and the tactical helmet had a certain suppressive effect on spiritual energy. It was the body, not the brain, that was out of control.

Bearing this contrast, he used the feathers of the Wings of Despair to penetrate the clan leader's back, forming a double attack with the power sword.

This offensive interrupted the Patriarch's offensive of exchanging injuries for lives, especially when the feathers of the Wings of Despair lit up and tore apart the psychic shield with a one-time light that disintegrated the stance.

The clan leader retreated continuously, increasing the density of his spiritual energy to block the Wings of Despair. After pulling the blade out of his body, he quickly used his spiritual energy to repair the injury.

After the original body hit the ground, he regained consciousness. This is Terra! Beside the Golden Throne, I, the Emperor's Chosen, still allow you to be arrogant!

The Emperor obviously did not regard it as an onion, and did not even give Alpharius much blessing. The original body was already close, and now it was time to fight.

Alpharius used dexterous movement to avoid the sharp claws, and cut off one of the opponent's arms. After a few more exchanges, he saw that the opponent's severed arm had been half regenerated. He realized that the situation was not good, and protracted battles were not his strength.

Turning the sword blade, he flew up and pierced the opponent's skin with one blow, sandwiching it between two pieces of bone. The clan leader tried to use spiritual energy to lift the original body, but the original body continued to use brute force to break free. As the sword blade stabbed Deeper and deeper, it could no longer muster the psychic energy to throw the primarch away.

No matter how good psychic energy is, it requires strong mental power to control it. The tribe is being massacred by the Forbidden Army and the Ever-Victorious Army, and the connection with the Hive Mind has become weak. The longer time passes, the lower its winning rate will be.

It wants to retreat.

Alpharius used his firm will to seize control of his body, and used the amazing brute force of the original body to insert the war blade that was gradually withdrawn deeper.

The patriarch screamed strangely, and a storm that was close to psychic self-destruction swept over the original body.

Alpharius was blown hard to the ground, bounced, passed through the crotch of the Armor of Hope, and hit the wall behind.

Broken shells and flesh were scattered everywhere, not from the original body, but from the clan leader.

The psychic spell known as "Escaping" was so bloody that most of the bones in the patriarch's huge body were blown into sharp bone spurs, which were inserted into the original body's body with the help of the force of the explosion.

His vital organs were drooping, and he grabbed the opportunity to escape due to his strong desire to survive.

Alpharius did not panic. He stood up slowly and pulled out the bone spurs on his body. When he moved his neck, the wounds on his body stopped bleeding and healing had begun.

He licked his lips, now he looked like a great devourer.

The normal original body, like all living things, eats to provide a lot of energy to repair wounds. He looked at the fleeing patriarch as if he was looking at prey.

The patriarch is running away, but unfortunately, he is running in the wrong direction.

(The Lord of Abnormality who has ascended to heaven: I just safely placed the stone blocking the door!)

The clan leader staggered away, his spiritual energy trembling, blood dripping on the ground, and his eyes blurred when he saw the big stone in front of him, completely blocking the intersection.

A wave of hatred spread from his heart.

Why should I die here!

The golden warriors known as the Custodes didn't kill me and now I'm going to be killed by a strange naked Primaris warrior?

I am not satisfied!

It condensed all the spiritual energy on its mouth in a trance. Unconsciously, this ball of spiritual energy had become extremely huge, shining with the darkness of death.

The clan leader sprayed out his spiritual energy with all his strength. The huge spiritual energy exploded the boulder and tore open the passage behind it. The scattered stones hit its broken body and penetrated into its remaining muscles. But at this moment, a wave of Strange power surged up.

It saw hope of escape, an army of Spawn approaching.

"If I were Conrad, I would chase you slowly, but unfortunately there is no if."

The sound was like a death curse, echoing among the stone walls of the passage, making a rumbling echo that made it impossible to tell where he was.

A section of the sword tip pierced the remaining body of the clan leader. The clan leader hesitated and his body froze in place.

The breath of life disappeared.

The original genetic sect suddenly collapsed and fell into complete civil strife. The lower-level members gathered around the higher-level creatures and were annihilated by the Emperor's Angel behind them while running away.

This time, no one will be allowed to escape.

The original body frowned, feeling familiar footsteps, and hid it.

At the front, the troops supporting the patriarch are the war leaders of the Genestealers. If the Proclaimer is Lorgar, he is Horus. The war leader sensed the danger of the clan leader and quickly led his team to approach. However, it was too late and the clan leader was already dead. He was now the leader of the entire clan.

(The sect’s bishop, the high priest, has been killed by the Imperial Guard team and the Sisters of Silence)

The War Chief is essentially a third-generation hybrid, the heir with the most talent for war command.

After all, it is not pure blood. Its status was given by the patriarch. After the patriarch's death, its status is very unstable.

It hesitated for a moment, and then heard footsteps.

A familiar big blue foot stepped out from the rubble in front. After hearing the fierce battle, Titus quickly came to support. There were fragments of the Armor of Hope scattered along the way. He was now panicking and looking everywhere. The figure of the original body.

Stepping out of the corner, the Caul-type bolt pistol banged, bang, bang, and several Genestealers fell to the ground.

The war lord howled, he was not his father, he could only contact his own heir.

Genestealers are not so much green-skinned hive psychic powers as they are bloodline psychic powers. The more children they have, the more powerful their psychic powers are.

The War Lord informed all of his heirs.

Just one enemy! Kill him!

Pure-blood chicken thieves and mixed-blood acolytes gathered around him, and at the end of the passage, there was also the shadow of a gene stealer.

Titus stood at a "T"-shaped intersection, with gene stealers on both sides, and the way from behind. He had no intention of retreating.

The blast pistol in the left hand and the relic ax in the right hand were killing each other heartily, blasting and slashing. Several enemies on the left fell down, and the enemies on the right were also approaching.

Titus slashed horizontally with his sword, slashing at the opponent mercilessly, while the chicken thief on the right jumped into the air and flew over the warrior's head.

Titus heard a small, feeble voice: "I knew it would be like this."

After the Inquisitor landed, the spikes on his body seemed to be coated with extermination poison. He moved as fast as a spinning hedgehog. If the spikes touched anything, the entire chicken thief's body would be invaded by flesh and blood witchcraft and explode.

War Lord is so anxious, brother, what are you doing!

The psychic networks of different groups cannot be connected together. After the death of the patriarch, its first generation of descendants split into several groups. This guy in front of me is not in its network at all, but it seems that I don't have this brother either.

The war leader was still confused, and the pheromones and roars emitted by the other party made it clear.

Chief, get out of here! Duel!

This has confused the war lord, brother! A war-god-like Astartes is slashing behind you! Do you want to challenge me to a duel?

Before it could react, the judge's claws had already jumped on its head, flesh and blood magic flashed, and several times the power was concentrated on its claws.

"Boom~~"

This blow was so terrifying that the War Chief reluctantly jumped back. The Inquisitor's blow missed and hit the ground. The ground in a straight line of the passage collapsed like an earth dragon turning over.

The war leader almost collapsed. What kind of strange power is this?

The Inquisitor's skin turned from pale skin to rosy, then deep red.

The self-driven hormones completely strengthened the body, and the body twisted to an incredible bottom, and then ejected itself.

This blow tore apart all the guards around the war leader. Their judgment of the enemy's distance failed, and the spikes actually extended on their own!

The war chief's fear remained on his face forever, and his entire head was cut off by Titus.

It was too focused on fighting the Inquisitor. In a short period of time, Titus had killed all the aliens it sent to intercept and rushed to its side.

The death of the war leader caused the remaining aliens to completely collapse and run wildly towards the original path.

.......

A few minutes later they were met by another wave of fleeers.

At this time, our Alpharius was fully dressed, hungry and transformed back into Guilliman. The massive consumption of energy made him look as thin as if he had been drained by Fulgrim~~~